"Are you kidding?" Nian Junting sneered and said, "What's so good about being a carer? You need to deal with patient excrements and do all kinds of hard and filthy work. You're lucky to take care of me, I mean, if you're facing an old man and need to wipe his old withered body every day, you'd even feel sick when looking at him. Working in my villa may sounds not so good, but that's an easy job. You'll get paid well, and you'll have insurance and housing funding. The treatment won't' be any worse than what white collars can get. Do you know how many people out there want to work in my villa? Don't be ungrateful."
While he was speaking, his voice turned deeper and deeper, and his eyes were filled with unhappiness.
Luosang didn't know how to explain to him. She guessed that he would want to tear her into pieces if she directly tells him that she wouldn't be interested in working in his villa no matter how much money he'd pay her.
